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Yet, I couldn't. My tear ducts were dry as a desert, unable to do a fucking thing anymore.

Raking my nails through my hair, I looked up at the ceiling and prayed.

'If you do exist, you can forget everything I've ever asked of you, if you just let her live. Don't let him kill her too because of me. She doesn't deserve to suffer because of my stupidity.'

It was like I was poison, everything I touched seemed to die around me.

I watched my mother die, my father was probably long gone, my sister and brother were basically figments of my imagination at that point. Even if they were out there somewhere, they were unreachable, they might as well be dead. Samantha had lost her life because she wanted to help me.

Now Aubrey—I wasn't sure she was strong enough to survive.

This only cemented the idea in my head that I had to get out, I needed to get away.

And there was one last option that floated into my fingertips.

It was time to do something big.